What a pitiful marrow-washing herb【Interstellar】

Qin Liu was lying in a small medical cabin, pitch black, with a red light sweeping from head to toe, walked back and forth a few times, and was pushed out of the medical cabin.

Outside the glass of the medical room, the general smiled reassuringly at Qin Liu. After the door opened, he immediately walked up to him with concern: "How is it? Is there something wrong?"

Qin Liu was already sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet were dangling in the air, the bed was a bit high, his feet couldn't touch the ground, so he stretched his toes to find his shoes.

Putting his hands under his armpits, he lifted him up. Qin Han waited for him to put on his shoes, and helped him to lie down next door.

Qin Liu was in a hurry to talk to him about business, and was unwilling to go to bed, so the general forced him to tuck him into the quilt.

The report came out very quickly, the doctor scanned it carefully, and then went faster and faster, the gaze of the general beside him almost poked a hole in his body. "No problem, it's just that my mental strength is a little unstable. I'll just lie down for a while, and there is..." The doctor raised his eyebrows, and then glanced at the young man trapped in the quilt.

The young man's face was a little pale, his lips were pale, his green eyes were wide open, and he looked at him innocently, making one's heart soften.

Qin Han heard him half-spoken, and urged him to continue in a deep voice.The doctor came back to his senses: "The meridians all over his body showed signs of tearing, like repeated trauma."

But judging from the young man's appearance, it was impossible to see that he had suffered such a serious injury. Even if it was placed on a soldier who had been fighting all year round, he would have to howl in pain.

Qin Han's breathing stopped for a moment, and the air pressure around his body became low. Qin Liu, who was lying under the quilt, quickly stretched out a hand and gently touched his thigh.

Qin Liu: "It's already much better, really, it's getting better soon!"

There is a doctor next to him, so he can't talk too much, so he can only send him a voice transmission: "We are different from you humans, it's normal to lose leaves and so on."

Seeing this, the doctor at the side echoed: "Indeed, it seems that he is recovering." Seeing the grateful eyes the young man cast on him, he smiled and added another sentence.

"If it wasn't for the original injury, with such a healing speed, it should be able to fully recover when it is sent."

Qin Liu: "..." Thank you!Doctor: No thanks.

With some fear, he stretched out a finger to poke Qin Han, and then was caught by a warm hand, closing his fingers one by one and holding them in his palm.

Qin Han sat down beside him, and the doctor went out tactfully, and closed the door behind them.

Qin Han looked at the little benefactor who had been weakening all morning, and pursed his lips, feeling his throat was tight and astringent.He didn't speak, and Qin Liuqi looked at him anxiously: "Damn, it's all that doctor, what he said is not accurate, and he didn't repeat it over and over again, how can there be such a thing..."

He was still babbling, Qin Han gently covered his open and closed mouth, his black eyes were very deep, and a few strands of apology flowed out.

Qin Liu, who only had a pair of eyes exposed, could only blink his eyes non-stop, making a "woo woo woo" sound. "It's my fault..." Qin Han has seen the portraits in the palace. Whether he is happy or wronged, he has never been so weak. Someone took good care of him. Always hurting.

Qin Liu shook his head hummingly, seeing that the general still wouldn't let him speak, he stuck out his tongue and licked the general's palm.

When he licked, both of them were stunned, Qin Han immediately withdrew his palm, stared at the little benefactor in a daze for a while, then sat up and poohed on the ground twice.

He rubbed his palm, and there was still a little damp and hot touch left on it.

Qin Liu finished poohing on the ground, took the general's hand, took a piece of paper from the bedside and wiped it for him, feeling a little guilty: "My saliva is not dirty."

The general let him squeeze his hand, and used the other free hand to stuff a soft pillow behind his back. Just as he was about to say something, the door was pushed open with a "bang", and the door frame hit the wall and bounced back.

Yan Jiu pressed on the door with one hand, supported his knee with the other, bent over and took a breath, before he could straighten up, he stumbled and shouted: "Xiao, Mr. Xiao Qin."

Qin Liu was really afraid that he would not be able to catch his breath, so he pointed to the bench on the other side and told him to sit down.

Yan Jiu waved his hands and refused: "Mr. Xiao Qin, is everything okay?"

Seeing Qin Liu shaking his head, he let out a long sigh of relief, finally stood up straight, then walked in and asked him earnestly, "What did Mr. Xiao Qin discover?"

Qin Liu glanced at the general, and Yan Jiu, who was approaching, also saw the overlapping hands of the two.

Yan Jiu: "..." Did he discover something extraordinary?

Qin Liu shook his head: "There are no large-scale spiritual mines nearby." He called up the map on the optical brain, marked out the range where his spiritual consciousness could be stretched, and then circled several small spiritual mines.

"These are small in scale, so they shouldn't be the target of the star beasts."

Yan Jiu didn't expect this answer: "Could it be that we've gone in the wrong direction...it shouldn't be, the star beasts do respond to spirit stones..."

He muttered to himself, ignoring the two people in the room for a while, then slapped his forehead, and left in a hurry.

Qin Liu, who was a little worried, looked at the general: "What should we do next?"

The general removed the pillow behind him, made people lie down, and wrapped him in a quilt: "Go to sleep well, huh?"

His little benefactor nestled under the quilt obediently, blinked at him, and said in a soft voice, "I want to be with Qin Han."

General: "...No."

Qin Liu: "Do you want to leave me a grass?"

General: "..."

Qin Liu: "Qin Han..."

General: "..."

Seeing that his attitude seemed to be softening a little, a leaf was winding up along Qin Han's heel, the young man on the bed was still there, but there was a tattoo-like leaf on the general's neck.

The little benefactor's voice seemed to stick to his ears: "Qin Han, Qin Han..."

The general who was indomitable in space was defeated: "... let's go."

Qin Liu cheered a little in his ear. Although his voice was not as lively as before due to too much spiritual energy consumption, he was obviously happy and led the general to laugh.

In the control room, the adjutant was a little surprised when he saw the leaf reappearing on the general's neck, but he didn't speak. The liaison officer on the side was also pulled by him, and immediately shut up.

On the light screen is the route of the star beast tide displayed by the Ministry of Intelligence.

"It's a bit strange." Qin Han sat in the first place, tapped his fingers on the table twice: "This trajectory is too messy and disorderly."

"This node is an obvious lane change, and the original destination is the Thirteen-Three Galaxy." He circled an obvious turning point in the trajectory.

Qin Han stared at the light screen: "Besides, the trajectory of the star beast tide is more like going in circles."

Adjutant: "Have you not determined the target yet? Or are you looking for a target?"

Qin Han shook his head, focused on analyzing the trajectory, saying that it was not accurate to go around in circles, it was more like chasing something...

He zoomed in on several partial maps, and then stood up: "Go and contact the border side, call up the trajectories of all civilian and military spaceships, and compare them with the trajectories of the star beast tide."

He looked at the liaison officer: "Have a hard time these two days."

The liaison officer replied seriously: "Understood!"